In Flanders

I'm homesick for my hills again -My hills again!To see above the Severn plain,Unscabbarded against the sky,The blue high blade of Cotswold lie;The giant clouds go royallyBy jagged Malvern with a trainOf shadows. Where the land is lowLike a huge imprisoning OI hear a heart that's sound and high,I hear the heart within me cry:'I'm homesick for my hills again -My hills again!Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!My hills again!'